Ciò che rimane di noi [English translation]

What is there that we take with us

and what is that we don’t,

who knows if what you’re feeling now

you shall feel forever,

(who knows) what is working out

and what isn’t

in our imagination

and how things did not go

and what things have not come to pass.

It’s a very tough Christmas

it looks empty inside;

on each of your presents

not even a word.

When you’re going through hell

you’re no longer the same,

you hold on a little tighter

to those who are holding you

And yet when all the pain is gone

the sunlight will expose even too much

of whatever is left of us

what is left of us.

Yet, when all this pain is gone

we will still have to count

on whatever is left of us

what is left of us.

What is there that keeps us company

and what is that does not

and just creeped into us

though we didn’t choose it?

What is working,

what is not

in this lottery?

Sometimes you end up paying a higher price

than what you’d deserve for your faults.

It’s a very tough Christmas

barely any lights are on;

on my every present

not even a word.

When you’re going through hell

you’re no longer the same,

you only know how to carry on

the way you are now.

Yet, when this pain is gone

It will be forever in the sunlight

whatever is left of us

what is left of us.

Yet, once this pain is gone we’ll always be able to count

on whatever is left of us

what is left of us

It’s a very tough Christmas

when you’re not into it

and when the Christmas lights

don’t spell out a thing.

After you’ve been through hell

you’re no longer the same

you can only carry on

with all your burdens.

Yet, once this pain is gone

it will be more apparent in the sunlight

whatever is left of us,

what is left of us.

Yet, when all the pain is gone

we could still count on

whatever is left of us

what is left of us.